#please you don't have to match length i just have so much to say ab this kids trauma askfjaks

[assassincraft]

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nagisa felt so silly asking the barista for a special request... he didn't want to sit there and watch them make his drink without asking. he knew how it felt to service workers to have customers hover over them as if they'd do something wrong. but... after his mother slipping things into his food, and takaoka spiking the drinks, he was— rightfully anxious. he still remembered, slowly, eyes getting heavy as he ebbed off and fell off his chair, head hitting the floor. in resemblance, remembering the throbbing fever his classmates had and coughing up blood and being almost lifeless.

the fear of his food being tampered with grew and grew, he didn't know if he had any stray enemies even after the assassination. but... this kid, was just a kid, about two years older than him maybe working their job and trying to get through the day. nagisa was... on a break from in person school after everything, the media made it hard for him to even get around public without someone noticing him. he was in a blue hoodie pulled over his head hiding his pigtails, a gray tank top under it, and a pair of tan knee long shorts.

but after all the hardships... nagisa was still just a fifteen year old kid... who wanted a sugary latte while he sat in the back and did his homework for his online courses. the other was... so patient with him, nagisa offered a sheepish smile and bowed his head as he grabbed the cup with both hands once it was done. his food of choice also coming out quite quickly was a bit catching him off guard. refusing to leave his drink behind out of fear, he walked back over with it in hand as he grabbed his croissant and bubble waffle.

scampering back to a table and grabbing his laptop out of his bag, he put his wireless headphones in and from behind the screen... still went to test his food and drink quickly. what if something was done behind the employee's back and he didn't know... nagisa had to be sure. a few test strips and some waiting later... a sigh of content exhaled as he finally took a sip of his drink. he sat there for... maybe three and a half hours, ordering two more drinks and testing them each time before he'd indulge. watching the other make the drink each time after he'd ask sheepishly and stand on his toes to get a good look over the counter.

finally finishing up his homework... nagisa tossed out all but one cup and packed up all his things neatly back into his bag. pausing his music, the smaller hesitated and stood in place for a moment fiddling with the cup that he slipped... quite a large tip into. going up to the register, nagisa sheepishly waited for the other to come back to him, hands trembling before setting down the cup with the lid on it to kinda hide the money in it.

❝ please, if you could, i uh— inside the cup... thank you. ❞ he looked like he was going to fall apart right there and left, trying to scamper out quicker than he walked up to the counter for sure. he didn't want the other to try and stop him or return the money... tips weren't a thing here sure, but, this was his first time trying to eat in public again. and he really appreciated the patience and small gesture and not brushing his concerns off.

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

Hi idk if you're taking asks but if you are can you please write Miguel with a pregnant wife?

Thank you in advance!!

i'm so sorry i'm replying to your asks so late, ive been soooo busy bro like im so fucked cuz i might be in legal trouble but like life happens innit.

anywaysssss, this ask is soooo cute omdss

after the birth of your daughter, Miguel has been obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant. him finding out that you were pregnant with another child had him jumping for joy. the man wouldn't let you lift a finger even if it was to change the TV channel. "princesa, make sure you take care of mommy for me, ok?" he says, giving his daughter a fat kiss across the cheek. your due date was soon approaching and the house was bare of groceries. "daddy, where do babies come from?" the 5 year old ask curiously. "ok, that's enough, daddy needs to go shopping," you said, picking up your child and telling Miguel to pick his jaw up off the floor. "come on bubba, lets go bake an apple pie," you waddled to the kitchen.

2 hours of chasing your daughter around with flour flew by, and before you knew it, your husband was home with several bags full of shopping. hearing the persistent screams of terror and her squeals of joy had Miguel standing on edge. he opened the door to the kitchen to find a horror scene. flour, milk eggs and butter was splayed all across the kitchen. the pie dough had just been made and was sitting haphazardly in the pie pot in the middle of the island. both you and your daughter froze, both exchanging looks of concern.

"i left you too alone, for 2 hours. and i come home to this mess you created. how could you do this to me. how could you have this much fun without me?" Miguel feigned hurt. "i can't believe-" he was cut off by a big fat splat on his face and the tale tell sounds of a high pitched giggle. a mixture of eggs and flour was dripping down his stern face. "oh, you are so getting it now," he sneers as his daughter squeals and runs around the kitchen. the sounds of her small feet slapping against the tiled floors.

his daughter cowed against a wall. realising she had nowhere so go, her shrieks increased in pitch. "now i've got you were i want," Miguel chuckles lowly. "now i've got you where i want," you exclaim raising your hands to dump half a bag of flour on his big head. you can't help it as you let out a loud laugh. Miguel sighed in defeat, smiling as he watched his two girls in pure joy. your bulbous belly had you waddling up the stairs with your daughter to go and wash her up before bed as it was getting late and there were eggs in her hair. Miguel had agreed to clean the kitchen and after some argument - since you were the one to mess it up - Miguel briefly shut you up and told you wash up and get ready for bed because tomorrow you guys had to go shopping for the baby and see if Miles was available to babysit your daughter when you went in labour.

your daughter was sound asleep and you'd just finish your skincare routine by the time Miguel came out of the shower. his towel hung low, just below his v-line. his abs glistening in your low bedroom light. his hair dripped down his neck. "you ready for bed, baby?" he asked, coming up behind you to put your butt-length braids into your bright pink bonnet matching with your pjs. he walked over to your shared bed, as you followed soon after. "she most definitely takes after you," you chuckle, facing your husband. "don't even. you and i know damn well she takes after you," he snaps. "well either way, she's honestly the best thing to have happened to us. and now we have another thing coming," you sigh rubbing your belly. "i wonder who he'll take over," Miguel says.

[arsenalfanf1]

can I request a smut? if you don't wanna do it you can just ignore me ig, but i'd like something where lando is the one that always gives, he'd rather be the one to give than receive, but one day we're desperate so we basically beg him to sit down and let us suck him up, and when we do that he just becomes a mess, he ends up thrusting into our mouth while whining

You were desperate, you had saw photos of Lando on your timeline and how hot he looked and now all you could think about is pushing him onto the bed and sucking him off until he saw stars.

“Baby I’m home” you heard a voice say, you didn’t even realise the time, he had been out on the track today and had an early morning so this was the first time you would see him. “Hey love” you said meeting him in the kitchen, he had a tight fitting shirt showing off his abs. “I missed you today” you complained “I missed you too but I’m here now” he replied “Saw you showing off on twitter today looking all hot, made me horny” you complained “Sorry love” he kissed your mouth, before moving down to your neck thank god you wore a oversized top today.

He unbutton your jeans but before he could get any further you stopped him “please let me suck you off, all I’ve been thinking about all day please” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded you were desperate “Please sit down let me pleasure you for once” you very rarely got to give him head he would always been the one to pleasure you, he was never a selfish lover.

“I’m never going to say no” he unbuttoned his own jeans pushing them down to his ankles before sitting down on the seat, you had never done anything in the kitchen before thank god you spent the day cleaning it.

You got down on your knees and you pulled down his pants and took out his dick before you started stroking him, he was always hard “I can’t wait to put your cock I’m my mouth” after a couple seconds you felt he was ready, you licked the tip first licking his pre cum, moaning while doing so.

“Fuck we should have done this sooner” you complained. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth, playing with his balls. Lando was a moaning mess, he was so use to being the one giving head, he forgot how much he liked receiving it.

You could tell he was desperate, grabbing your hair and putting it into a ponytail gripping on it. “Fuck you take me so good pretty girl” he moaned out. “As much as I love it if git to fuck your mouth you would like that would you?” He asked already knowing your answer, you just nodded too focused on sucking him off.

He kept a hold of your hair and held you in place so he could thrust into your mouth “Fucking hell baby” he moaned, you had never been so turned on before, you wish you did this earlier.

“Look how pretty and desperate my girl looks” he said all matching with his thrusts. You couldn’t care how desperate you looked you were, you had been thinking about it for so long, he went too deep at times making you gag over his length.

“I’m gonna cum” he moaned out “where do you want it? Tits? Or mouth” he asked letting you reply “mouth” before he thrusted back into your mouth.

He cummed right in your mouth, slowing down his movements, talking about how good you did and how you would definitely do that again soon. “You taste so good baby” you moaned, trying to give him a kiss “no kisses till you brush your teeth I don’t want to taste myself” he complained, instead of fighting it you got up brushed your teeth and even used mouthwash before making your way back over to him to give him a big kiss.

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Sorry it’s a short one trying to get my requests out I’m struggling a bit

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[chiptaylorsfirst]

Practice Makes Perfect

Word Count: 2,005

Pairing: James McAvoy x fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), slight praise kink, some degradation

Summary: You and James have been working on a love scene for days now and haven't found a way to do it. You ask him to practice and things get very heated.

"Y/N, I need you to put more love in it, okay," the director called out. You were trying to do a love scene with James McAvoy for like the third time now. You retried again, memorizing your script and saying the words. "You don't have to leave then. In fact," James kissed you passionately and you matched it. "Nice, now pick her up." James lifted you up and carried you into a room. You tried your best to keep character but you got nervous. "Cut. Y/N, why do you look nervous?" "I am." The director sighed in disappointment. "Three hour break everyone." The amount of times this happened made you hate yourself. Everyone was sweet and patient and the director knew that it just took time. You only thought of one thing you could do. Practice always makes perfect. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you walked to James' trailer.

You knocked on his door and he answered. "Yeah," he said. "It's Y/N." He opened the door and you saw him standing there shirtless. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and you looked at him. "Sorry, caught me off guard." He chuckled lightly. "It's okay. There's no need to apologize. What did you need?" You walked in his trailer and he closed the door behind you. "I was wondering if we could practice the love scene together. It's been so stressful for me and I just can't seem to get it right." He nodded quietly. "Sure. I don't mind." "Okay," you whispered out. You walked over to him, getting in character. "I would love to stay but my father insists I go back home and you know how he is. He doesn't approve of us, you understand?" "You don't have to leave then. In fact," James kissed you. You allowed yourself to relax into the kiss as you gently pulled his hair.

You bit his lip and you heard him moan. You pulled away and smirked. "Sorry, got a little carried away." He smiled at you. "I can see that." He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down. "Are you comfortable?" "Mhm." "Okay, you don't have to practice this if you don't want to." You loved how much of a gentleman he was. "I want to." He sighed to himself and got back into character. He started to kiss you once again and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He placed kisses on your neck and you let out a soft moan. "Fuck the script. I can't do this anymore. I need you." "You sure," he asked. "Yes." He stripped naked in front of you, removing his pants then his briefs. Your mouth watered as you looked at his hard length. It was larger than you were used to and you felt worry start to fill your mind.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" "I um, you're just very endowed. I'm worried." He placed a kiss on your cheek. "Don't be, I'll work you through it. I promise. If you feel any bit uncomfortable, just let me know and I'll stop." He started to remove your clothing, throwing every item on the ground. You were now fully naked in front of him and his eyes wandered throughout your body. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on." Your insecurity drifted away after his sentence and you smiled at him. "James, please come here. Let me hold you." He walked towards you and got in the bed, allowing you to touch him as much as you desired. Your hands wandered across his abs first and his chest. They then went to his stomach, going down until you met his v line. You stopped there and let the anticipation sink in. "Y/N," he said quietly. You grabbed his hard cock in your hand and felt the tip. "Yes?" You felt his dick twitch and you heard his breath hitch. "Please, give me more." You were surprised to hear him saying please. He was acting very submissive right now almost like he was holding back.

You were going to test his waters later. "Not just yet. I want to try something first." You flipped him underneath you and smiled. "What is it exactly?" "I want to ride your face." His face became flushed at the idea. "Okay." You crawled over his face and you felt his hands wrap around your waist to steady you. He started quickly, his tongue sliding across your folds. He then started his assault on you and started to eat you out as if he were starved. You threw your head back, moaning at the feeling. The angle was doing wonders. His tongue played your body skillfully as he sucked on your clit and maneuvered his tongue in your cunt. You tugged at his hair and he moaned against you, obviously enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. "James, ah." He hit a rather sensitive spot in you and you started rocking yourself on his mouth. You started to see stars as your orgasm was quickly approaching.

You came violently, your body shaking and his hold stronger on you. He made sure to drink up every droplet you had to give him before you weakly lifted yourself off of him. "Did I do well," he asked, his eyes glued on yours. "You have to be kidding. That's the best orgasm I've ever felt in my life," you confessed. He smiled to himself as he looked at you. "Why did you ask?" You started to lick a stripe down his body and stopped at his cock. He sucked in a breath. "There once was a woman who said that I was horrible at it. She made me afraid to ever try it again." You felt a bit of anger developing in you at whoever this woman was. "She told a very large lie." You then without warning licked a stripe at the underside of his length. You popped the tip into your mouth, tasting some of the pre cum as you did so.

He tried his best not to fuck your mouth and to let you have control. You bobbed your head up and down, concentrating hard not to choke or gag. You massaged his balls for a while and continued pleasuring him. "You look so good like this," he said, his voice hoarse and rugged. You moaned around him and suddenly lifted off from him. "Please fuck my mouth." James was taken aback by your words and he wasn't used to you being so bold. He did as you requested though. He pulled your hair and used it as leverage as he fucked into your mouth. Wet noises filled the room and you gagged a little from his length. "Such a good little girl for me, taking my cock so well." You moaned at his words, already getting wetter from the praise.

He started to twitch in your mouth and he started to become more vocal. "Do you wish to swallow my cum?" You did the best that you could to say yes and his pace started to become quicker. "Swallow for me." You did as he asked, eagerly swallowing all that he had to give you. You clenched your thighs together at the guttural moan that erupted from him. He let you off of him and sighed. "Fuck," he breathed out. You smirked up at him through your lust filled eyes. You knew he couldn't be so submissive for long. "How do you want us to do this?" You went in the middle of the bed and laid on your back. "Get on top of me." He obeyed. "You sure you want to go through with this? I need your word." He wanted consent and patiently waited for it. "Yep, I'm ready." He started to slide himself into you and kissed you as a distraction from the pain. You weren't a virgin. It was just big, very large compared to the others you'd been with.

He kissed your neck, collarbone, and shoulders as he distracted you from the pain. You sucked in air and once he was halfway inside, he stopped. "You sure," he asked again. "Yes." He slowly slid in the other half and waited once his cock was fully inside of you. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, just takes some adjusting." After a moment, you finally signalled him to move. He complied quickly, thrusting into you at a slow pace. For a while it stung but soon the pain subsided and sex with James was what you found out to be very pleasurable. You started to scratch his back and he moaned in your ear. "Mm, Y/N." He loved how you were so wet for him and how he fit perfectly. It was as if your bodies were made for each other. Your back arched from the bed as he started to hit deeper places in you.

"James, mm, faster." He sped up to a medium pace, still making sure he didn't hurt you in any way. His thrusts were harder and he applied more pressure. He was practically tearing your body in half at the force. You started to move from the bottom, something most women never knew how to do and it drove James wild. Your legs tightly wrapped around him and your eyes rolled from the pleasure he was providing you. You were getting closer and you scratched his back harder. You knew he was probably bleeding by now but he didn't seem to care. The only thing that warned you was him pinning your wrists above your head. He pounded faster into you and you threw your head all the way back. "I, I'm," you couldn't get a sentence out from how he was fucking you. "Let it go." You came and he followed shortly after.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and let out a sigh. "What do you wish to do now?" "One more round and then we can retry the love scene maybe." He smiled at your response. "Okay." "What position do you want me in," you asked. "Reverse cowgirl." He laid on the bed then you lowered yourself on his length. The two of you moaned at the feeling. You bounced on him, setting a medium paced rhythm for him to match. He matched the pace you set and moved his hands to the front of your body. He played with your nipples, making you moan from the sensitivity of them. "Mm, James, fuck. S-so good." You arched your back and took him in impossibly deeper, your eyes rolling from how good it felt. Nothing ever felt as good as this.

You went faster and he followed. His cock pounded hard into you, making you see stars. His groans of pleasure were music to your ears. You felt his fingers rub in tight circles over your clit, sending you over the edge. "James!" You let out shrieks and moans of his name followed by soft moans. You came, milking his cock for what it was worth. He started to get more vocal and you felt his cock twitch. "Fuck, Y/N. Can I," he started. You already understood what he was asking and the word yes slipped from your lips quickly. You heard him moan until you finally felt his cum shoot inside of you. You lifted off of him then saw some of it start to leak out. You scooped it up on your fingers and sucked the mixture. His eyes were glued on you at the sight. "Tastes so good," you stated. "You look good doing that." You smiled at him. "I know. This isn't a one time thing, is it?" "Not if I can help it." "Good, so now we try the scene again?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, we can try that." After a few more rounds and having some hickies placed on your body, you were finally able to do the scene perfectly.

[introloves]

🦷: Okayy but daddy Iwa leaving his baby with mattsun while he’s gone like bo does and mattsun taking such good care of iwa’s little girl,,and if mattsun can’t Iwa will reluctantly leave her w makki who’s so much meaner 🥺🥺

— dom! matsukawa + sub space + teasing + mentions of pain + predator/prey dynamics + slight hair pulling + mentions of fear + masochist reader + size kink + dacryphilia + big dick + heavy breath play + choking + praise + creampie + petname (bunny) + f! reader

— word count: 2.6k

he looked her over, unable to stop the smirk from forming. shy eyes made his chest swell in a primal swirl of lust. already so sweet for him, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“y/n.”

“hm?” your voice answered back in a small hum, cute and shy. he couldn’t help but let a shiver crawl up his back at the thought of how you’d sound broken and whining just like that for him.

but he was being too forward, no wonder why iwaizumi had asked to leave you in his care- you were dangerously alluring.

you were here to be taken care of, and what he wanted might not match up to what you wanted, he’d test the waters first.

grabbing your hand gently, making sure to not startle you all too bad- letting you know it was okay, there was nothing to be embarrassed or shy about; the plan was set out, in detail- by hajime.

the thought of leaving you alone while he joined his team out of the country wasn't something he liked to entertain- you were supposed to be taken care of at all times, even when he couldn't. that's why this arrangement was drawn up. it was something mattsun could do.

he led you to his room, motioning to where the bathroom, kitchen- where all the necessities were. his house was small; enough for him and now for you, it was where you would be staying at… and you were grateful.

“its not much… but its comfortable.” the tone and smoothness of his voice eased you further- the slowly oscillating timbre of notes made you melt.

you nodded, smiling a little, bending your head in appreciation.

it squeezed at his heart, the way you were so polite and kind, a sweet little thing he couldn’t believe belonged to iwaizumi.

it made sense, you’d made the comment on how you liked men that could protect, men who would put you on your knees by just a look… and he so deeply hoped he fit that criteria.

in private, you knew he was- he was tall and big, taller than your hajime, maybe not as thick, not as built, but his presence still made your knees shake.

you let yourself watch him from the corner of your eyes, watching him walk forward, settling down the bag he’d taken from you on his bed… in all honesty, you’d seen his couch- and someone as big as him would not have a pleasant time sleeping on it… but you didn't know where he was going to draw the line.

you’d hope he’d stay, hope he’d cuddle you and make you feel good… sleeping alone was not familiar to you.

being alone was an ugly thought, it was exhausting and horrible. being spoiled made you greedy and needy- all in one. a pretty thing iwa was proud of, always showing you off.

you needed someone, and you wholly agreed to be pretty and good for issei.

“okay bunny.” he sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed, looking at you.

the petname sent little prickles of heat down your back, making you dizzy and complaint, it triggered a nice and comfy haze clouding your mind.

“time for bed?” he asked, watching the slow blink of your eyes, chest rising and falling slowly- slipping into that sweet headspace.

oh…

iwaizumi really had you trained well.

he was going to have so much fun with you.

“what do you want, pretty girl.” issei questioned, leaning forwards elbows on his thighs; looking at you like a good meal, something he was very eagerly waiting to take a bite out of- lower lip glistening with saliva as he passed his thick tongue over it.

it made you take a step forward, a pretty bunny falling right into the claws of something big and mean- being devoured came easiest for you.

“take care of me.” you whispered, placing two shaky hands on his shoulders. broad frame, nice and sturdy, warm and strong. everything a little bunny like you needed for security.

his lips curled into a pleasant smile, canines glistening under the light of his room, smirking at your sweet words.

“ah- you want me to take care of you?” mattsun’s voice was laced with inquisition, wanting to hear another note of confirmation.

“yes please. haji said you would.” you responded, pouting at the slight teasing, but quickly warming up when those hands of his wrapped around your sides. it felt real easy, tugging you onto his lap.

“oh, bunny i will.” he assured, thinking over his next words.

“i just… you know the difference between me and iwaizumi… right?” there was small apprehension, felt like he was trying to piece together words that wouldn’t scare you off. shaking your head slightly, they did everything but that- luring you in with the promise of something dangerous, something exciting.

it was really cute- he could hear your heart pound from where he was, watching your face scrunch up, leaning into him.

“if you want me to take care of you, i need to let you know- i’m a lot bigger than him.” matsukawa huffed, sliding the hold on your sides down to your hips, groaning at the warmth and softness molding under his palms.

“and i dont fuck like he does.”

the smooth timbre of his voice turned gravely, growling out those last few words, bringing your body to his- entrapping you in all of him. he let himself grace your neck, lips just barely touching- letting you back away at the challenge.

but you were a greedy thing, the small hint of danger electrifying every nerve in your body. thighs jumping around his lap, squirming.

he says it like a warning, but all it does is excite you. the promise of him fucking you doenst let you focus on anything else.

mattsun feels your squirming, sees the way you bite at your lips, pupils dilating as you watch him, wide eyes roaming his face.

he's the one who starts the grind, tightening the hold, shifting to sit back slightly; pushing you against the length already hard and heavy in his pants.

this is his favorite part, seeing the surprise- eagerly watching for the look of pure shock. maybe you're finally feeling the heavy severity of the situation, maybe it's a jolt of arousal that makes your eyes shake, lips parting in amazement at being sat on his big cock.

whichever one it is, it makes your head tip back, huffing out a tiny noise of surprise and want.

it feels so big, even now, just sat on his cock through his. pants and your bottoms and it's all just so-

“oh!”

throbbing cunt passing over a ridge, catching over your puffy clit, knowing it's the swell of his cockhead. it makes you weak, tipping forward, tugging at his shirt.

issei chuckles in response, warm hand traveling up your back, curling against your head. there's a tiny moment of reprieve- sits there, watching your shoulders tense up before he tugs.

it's gentle at first, admiring how you shape yourself perfectly for him, going limp as soon as he does, but just like you- he's a greedy man and pulls- back bowing against him. with clenched teeth at how you squirm, he hisses;

“what is it bunny?” what's got you makin’ those pretty sounds?”

there's already tears forming against your lashes, the feeling of your cunt freely gliding against the pool of arousal lying wetly right on your panties makes everything that more… exciting. if he's able to bring you to this state by just tugging at your hair… the thought makes you desperate or what else he could do to you.

“you! it's you ‘sei! don't want you to tease- take. care. of. me.” you mewl, exasperated at his actions.

he's so close- you can feel his cock pulse under him, and you want nothing more than to be split open.

but your sweet little tantrum simply makes him laugh, bringing your throat to his mouth, teeth grazing sweetly against the thrum of your pulse.

“little bunny… you’ve got some fight, hm?” he whispers, letting you go with a quick little bite- a reminder, something to let you know to calm yourself.

usually he’d take his time- reduce you into a mess of cum and tears and spit until you’re crying out for him, and even then he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. however, issei would play nice for now, knowing your little outburst was all due to the want for him. it made his heart thump loudly against his ribs.

“it’s okay- i’ll fuck it out of you.” mattsun groans.

you tense up at his words- the throbbing against the spot where he nipped keeping a heavy reminder, impatience didn't look pretty on you.

he lets a hand leave the warmth of your hips, thumb digging into the side of your cheek impatiently, keeping your head tilted to look at him- the tension in your scalp lessens and you're aware of the direction his other hand is traveling.

the sound of his belt clinking, button popping open, and zipper falling makes you squeak. whole body lighting up, pressing your cunt right against the hand working to release him from his pants.

“please!”

the word slips from your lips involuntarily, and once again, he lets the slip up go. there would be time to teach you to wait, to earn what he gives you.

using the grip he already has on your face, he picks you up, a show of strength tugging you up by your face to give his cock room to be released. your knees shakily hit either side of the bed around his body, hips tipping forward- giving him space, but even then, you feel the tip of his cock brush against your pussy.

a high, shaky sound of air leaving your lungs in a shocked whimper makes his cock jump heavily- your hands landing by your face as you stare, chest heaving- weight of his hand falls from your face, down to your neck, pressing you deep into the bed.

the thrum of fear peaks once more, exaggerating another gush of arousal, this time running down your ass- no longer caught by your panties.

“pretty.” is all he says, squeezing once, watching your legs jump. his thumb swipes up against your cheek to catch a stray tear. he wants to make a remark about your skittish muscles, working against you to tense up with every movement he makes, but the heavy lust burning in his stomach doesn't let him.

“breathe in for me- it’ll hurt less if you do.”

there’s sick pleasure watching you nod, so eager to do what he says just to be hurt in order to take him all. he wastes no time in order to tug your bottoms off, impatiently working with only one hand, all while he keeps his eyes on your face. its all a frenzy of want.

he wanted to take you like an animal, wanted to make it hurt- wanted to break your soft mind, but he resists. it’ll be fine for now, the time to play how he wants could happen at a later time.

the head of his cock meets heavy resistance, slickened by the never ending stream of arousal leaking out of your wanting hole- it makes it a little more bearable. you such in a breath, just like he says, tongue heavy with the weight of it playing against your cunt.

he was right, he was right and now your heart beat loudly in your chest at the feeling of him pressing in more and more- he was bigger than your hajime, and it hurt.

it hurt so good.

“m-more!” you gasp, impatiently waiting with the slow pace he's taking you. hands clawing at the hand still wrapped firmly around your throat, legs thumping over and over on either side of him.

it takes him back, gasping at the slight tilt of your hips seeking more of him, his eyebrows pinch together in amusement and surprise.

you were proving to be more of a challenge than he thought- but he did as he was told for now, shifting down to really pin you.

“pretty girl, so dirty- you keep surprisin’ me.” he grunts, watching your body lie pliant, mouth hanging open in a desperate and now silent plea.

he counts to three before lessening up, blinking at the way you shoot up to take a heavy gulp of air.

“good bunny.” he seethes, trying to keep up with your greedy cunt, fluttering around him as he pushes in and in and in.

its so good, nails digging into the arm still trapping your upper body down onto the bed, drooling as your tongue lulls out.

you’re hot and wound up, pooling sweat dripping down against your clothes, smushed against his mattress.

the first slam of his hips inside makes you sob, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of all the tension leaving your body, a reaction to being fucked so hard. you can feel him make a noise of appreciation at that, pushing his weight- using it to fuck you down onto the bed.

“so good- such a greedy pussy, only satisfied when it's being pounded like this- hm?”

issei emphasizes his words with an increasing tempo, barely giving himself time to breathe, drunk on your cunt- the pretty sounds you're making, the way your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, small hands no longer grabbing at his wrist.

you're creaming around him, already cuming at just mintues of being given what you so desperately begged for.

“issei! ‘sei!”

it sounds so pretty leaving your mouth in this breathy pitch and it's getting to him, the building orgasm crawling towards him at a rapid pace.

he releases the hold on your neck to grab desperately at your hips, arching your back against him while you jolt, body receiving the shock of his pistoning hips- slapping heavily onto your thighs, mixing with the loud squelch and squeal singing from your body.

you can’t will your muscles to contract any longer, already cuming once more at the change in position, weakly crying out his name- sweet and fucked out, babbling the consonants of his name over and over again.

“good girl- c-cuming so pretty for me.” he pants, teeth clashing together as he pushes past the resistance of your walls once more, sheathing his cock inside in a final attempt to make it hurt. he knows he’s successful when you lift up off the bed, choking out a warbling scream.

his body seizes, matching the feverish way you’re spasming around his body.

the heated, spurt of cum inside your cunt comes in thick ropes and you exhale in response, turning your head left to right as you receive it all- take it all in your battered, swollen walls.

he stays right where he stops, head hooked down, eyes looking at the cream of cum splattered on the stretched out lips of your cunt.

“fuck.” he gasps, slowly coming back from the overwhelming burst of pleasure.

“are you okay?” matsukawa asks, eyes softening at the way you slowly open your eyes, blinking hot tears from your lashes.

you cant respond verbally just yet, giving him a nod, a small tilt of your head before dropping your legs- finally relaxing.

he sees why you need this every night, you're glowing- covered in sweat and a sweet smile playing at your lips.

“so good- thank you issei.” you sing, already ready to sleep- and with the almost devious curl of your lips, he swears you- the sweet bunny he brought into his home was more predator than prey.

“play with me some more... later- please.” you hum, shivering at the globs of cum cooling against your stretched cunt, all before you sigh and close your eyes, looking for that sweet sleep.

matsukawa stays up a bit later, giving iwaizumi a quick text- asking if you would ever truly be satisfied, and the response he gets sends a prickle of heat curling against his neck-

fuck her unconscious or else she’ll keep wanting more.

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[joshstambourine]

A Seconds Glance

"Hi I have a request for either Josh or Jake 💛 can I get a story where they see a girl, either at school or they can already be famous in this, and is instantly enamored. I don't know if you've seen The Virgin Suicides, but if you have then something similar to when Trip sees Lux for the first time. I'm interested in how those two would go about getting a girl's attention when they have a crush.💕💕💕" - Anonymous

//Hi Doll! I can’t say I have seen that--- but I will try my best to write something that I feel matches the idea you had. 

I’m gonna be repeating this forever--- but again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this request out for you! I decided to go with Josh being in school for this one.//

Warnings: Cursing, awkward beans

Word Count: 1969

Synopsis: Josh had never really believed in love at first sight... but yet....

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

The first day of sophomore year. For most this was just the start of another school year; a sudden reminder that a new binder or fun pencil case is exciting for all of 10 minutes when it comes to actual classes and work. But for Josh… this year felt like it was filled with possibilities. It sounds like some sort of stupid thing you'd see on a motivational calendar, but it really truly did.

Josh hadn't imagined for a second that he actually would have a chance in making music his career; and yet, he had spent all summer with his band mates playing for different occasions and pubs. All the while they were working, working hard on writing songs that they could be proud to play for others.

All of that said, Josh was returning to high-school this year with a new found amount of confidence and excitement; it showed in every step Josh took. His one hand held loosely on to the arm of his backpack, walking in time with Jake.

"But what do you think? Would it look good on me?" Jake inquired, fingers lightly playing with the mid-length pieces of hair on his head.

"I mean… I don't know…" Josh lightly starts, glancing at his twin and begins to take a good long look at him.

Jake's eyes widened just a touch, his expression becoming one that said, 'Well…?'

"Uh… honestly I don't really know Jake. I've never seen you with anything else than this." Josh admits, then snickers a little, "Except for that one time when we decided it'd be fun to take those scissors and---"

"No, that's fine, I didn't need to think about that." Jake immediately stopped him, his hand going to take a full dive into his mess of dark brown hair. 

"Cmon, it was really funny though. Ma really lost her shit when she saw your head like that." Josh continued to muse, hands folding into his pockets with the utmost of ease. 

Jake shook his head in a mournful way, "I can say I will never go back to a buzz-cut again… not without a fight."

Josh's smile never faltered, it was his laughter that changed, softening into a bit of a sigh as they reached the double doors at the front of the school. With a swing of the doors they both were making their way down the hallway to their lockers.

"Meet by Mr.Shapiro's class before lunch?" Jake questioned, to which Josh nodded. No matter which school the twins went to the teachers seemed to know that the best course of action was to keep them separated. That said Josh and Jake always had separate homerooms at least, through most of their time in school.

"See ya in a bit." Josh waved, taking a few steps back before turning on his heels and heading to his own locker.

Josh's excitement to be back in class showed on his face more than he probably would have wanted. A few pencils in his hand along with a binder filled with blank paper and tucked away dividers.  

As soon as Josh stepped into the class room his eyes were met with many familiar faces. Some of these people he had been in school with since kindergarten; like Meg, a rather tall blunt faced girl with long kinky black hair. She simply threw a peace sign Josh's way as he stepped through the doors; he eagerly returned it, bringing a small smile to Meg's lips. 

With some brisk steps Josh moved to place himself at the back of the classroom, just behind Meg. He threw his things on his desk without much thought. Despite there being a good number of kids he knew... there seemed to be equally just as many new kids. 

Leaning on his desk Josh moved closer to Meg, "Where the hell did these guys come from?" 

Meg's brow lifted as she leaned back a little, "Know the high-school on the east side?" 

"The one where you can get crack for super cheap?" Josh inquired, 

Meg's head bobbed, "They closed it down, so now we get half the kids that went there." She explains with her head resting on her hand in a bored way. 

"Oh shit really? That's a lot of kids---" Josh was quick to respond, glancing around the room. 

"Oh yeah... way too many in my personal opinion --- not that anyone cares." Meg mutters, beginning to click her mechanical pencil. 

Josh's eyes were still taking in all the new faces as he started to respond, "Wow aren't we positive today." 

Meg sighed, "Eh.... I'm just not excited, Justin and I broke up over the summer and I'll have to see him in history." She began to explain, "Things are just really tense, yknow?" 

She waited a moment for him to give some comforting... but still idiotic response, however none came. It finally got Meg to turn and look at him, as she did she immediately noticed that Josh's eyes had widened just a touch, cheeks dusted a light pink. 

Meg followed the line of his eyes to a beautiful young woman. The expression he wore was more than enough to tell Meg that she should move. 

Josh was so busy just... taking the new girl in that he didn't even notice Meg slip to the free desk to the side of the one she was previously sat in. Josh just couldn't put his finger on it, there was something... something so breathtaking about her. Was it her eyes? Or maybe how her hair fell around her face? He couldn't be sure. What he was absolutely sure of was that he had never had a moment in his life where he could hear music just by looking at someone. 

"Hey... do you know if this desk is free?" A new voice shook Josh. It was her. She was standing at a desk to his left with a bit of an awkward air. 

He was just so shaken. What did she say again? Something about a desk? Josh's lips parted, "Uh--- I uh, what did you--?" 

"No that one isn't open, but the one just in front of my dude Josh is, right Josh?" Meg interrupted, pointing to the desk ahead of him. 

"Oh y-yeah, that one's open! Definitely 100% open! It couldn't be more open even if it tried!" Josh started spouting, he really wasn't even aware that his mouth had moved, and that was clear in the fact that it just kept moving when she had come to sit down. "Do you need any pencils at all?? I have like 20!" He continued, though his hand held one full sized pencil and one shorter than the average person's pinkie... both chewed on. "I mean not on me but--- who needs a pencil right?" 

The girl laughed a little awkwardly, her gaze moving from Josh to Meg and then to the desk. "No, no I'm okay thank you though." She slipped into the chair, keeping her gaze frontwards. 

Meg looks to Josh with a shocked look, 'What was that??' She mouthed, 

Josh responded with an absolutely mortified expression. He would never say he was the smoothest guy on the planet, but he had never been that awkward in his life. 

Meg shook her head before reaching out to tap the girl's shoulder, "I'm Meg!" She introduces, "And that goober is Josh." 

The girl lightly moved to glance over her shoulder at Josh in a shy way. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm (Y/N)." She hummed with a sweet smile. 

"That's a pretty name, isn't it Josh??" Meg quickly said, trying to get him to continue the conversation in a less awkward way.

Josh nodded very enthusiastically, "The prettiest name I've heard in a long time!" He said with a smile, 

(Y/N)'s cheeks began to hold a flush of their own. "Oh! Uh... th-thank you!" She sputtered out. 

'OH FUCK. She's so cute.' Josh thought to himself, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with a shaky swallow. 

Little did Josh know that (Y/N) was thinking something very similar. She might not make it as obvious as he was, but being so much closer now... being able to see the warmth in his brown eyes, seeing how his wavy brown hair came to cup his cheeks --- she couldn't help but continue to stare back at him. 

The only thing that could pull them both out of the little trance they had fallen into was the bell. Both of them quickly looked toward it, followed by a man's voice at the front of the class. 

"Alright everyone, take your seats!" 

(Y/N) was reluctant but she turned herself to look toward the front of the class. A little bit nervous, but mustering an ounce of courage she tore a piece of paper from her notebook quietly and began to scribble something down. 

Josh hardly got anything out of that language arts class, he was way too busy trying to figure out what excuse he could make to talk with (Y/N) again. He was just rattling through every little conversation starter he had ever heard in his life... but none of them felt like they would work. 

Before long the bell had rung overhead once more and everyone was shuffling to grab their things and head to all of their next classes. 

Biting his lip, Josh was determined to catch (Y/N) before she could head off to her own next class. Luckily for him she had a similar idea. Both turning to each other as they stepped out of the classroom, it was painfully quiet at first. It seemed as if they were trying to get their thoughts together really. 

Finally they spoke, 

"Hey would you---" "I was wondering if you'd---" 

At once. 

A small awkward laugh left their lips, "Please, go ahead I was going to say something dumb---" Josh quickly said moving to rub the back of his neck. 

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she let out and unsure chuckle, eyes moving downwards for a moment. "I was just going to ask if you would mind if I joined you for lunch? I just am new and don't really have any---" 

"Yes!" Josh quickly said, "Yes absolutely. You didn't even have to ask, you could have just showed up if you wanted to!" He quickly says to her. 

The speed he seemed to talk at entertained (Y/N) a heck of a lot. A smile creeping across her face, "Okay! Thank you!" She responded. 

"Do you know where the cafeteria is? I can show ya if you want??" Josh quickly continued, "I mean I'm sure you could find it on you're own, you seem very smart and capable. Most women are to be honest; I remember reading an article about how men need to---" 

"That would be really great actually." (Y/N) smiled in a gentle way. 'He's even more nervous than I am.' She thought to herself. 

"Oh-oh! Okay cool! Uh, do you know where Mr.Shapiro's class is?" He asks, 

(Y/N) seemed to think for a minute, "113... right? I have him for chemistry this afternoon I think." She mutters. 

Josh swiftly nods his head, "That's the one!! Meet me there okay?" He says. 

(Y/N) nodded back, understanding the little plan they now had. "I'll see you in a little bit then?" She lightly asks. 

"Yeah absolutely." Josh began to grin, suddenly beyond excited. Even as she began to walk off to her class all he could think about was how sure he was now that this year was going to be fantastic. 

That was until a warning bell played overhead, "Oh shit--" Josh jumped in shock, immediately beginning to run to his next class.

//That's all for now lovely! I do actually have an idea on how to continue this one if anyone would like! Pretty please let me know in the comments if that's something you guys would like 💜//

[papergirllife]

Cloud Nine

Dong Sicheng

Mature content

Sub!Sicheng x Dom! Reader

warnings : unprotected sex, dacryphilia, edging, face riding, oral sex, 69, etc.

word count : 2.1k

Newly weds on a honeymoon at Maldives.

The scent of the salty sea greets you when your boyfriend, correction, newly wed husband, Sicheng opens the doors of the balcony of your suite, the sun rays hitting his golden skin perfectly as a light breeze blows in.

“I’m so glad we picked Maldives for our honeymoon, the time zone would be perfect for avoiding my mom’s phone calls,” Sicheng says with a shake of his head and a small smile, recalling how his mom was keen on having a grandchild, brining it up to you ever since the wedding night. Sicheng does want kids, or preferably kid, but the thought of spending his 20s with a child wasn’t his idea of utilizing his youth, and you totally agree with him, cringing at the thought of changing diapers in your 20s, glad that he’s not the type to push you for children.

“Your mom would be so upset when she finds out I’m on the pill, she thought it was the lack of privacy that discouraged us to have some quality time,” you said with a snicker, thinking back of the times when you and Sicheng did it in utmost silence when the two of you were back in his home town for q a visit after the wedding.

“She just doesn’t know how much of a freak are you,” Sicheng said in a voice octaves lower close to your ear, when did he get this close to you? You swear he was two feet away just now. Then you feel a familiar hand lingering up the hem of your sundress, dangerously close to the swell of your butt.

“I know you’re hungry for me, mister, but I’d like to have dinner first, the meal on the plane left me starving, it was barely enough,” you complained, a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further.

“I told you to fly first class, business is just roomier, not much difference compared to economy,” Sicheng said as he led you out of the suite, a hand securely wrapped around your waist.q

“I just wanted to save some money,” you said in a huff, rubbing your rumbling stomach, regretting that you didn’t take your husband’s advice.

“Well, just don’t hold back afterwards, order whatever you want,” Sicheng said before booping your nose with his finger, leading you to the dining hall after the click of your hotel suite door.

“I think I should be getting my dessert now,” Sicheng said after pulling you into your suite in a haste, hands cupped around your cheeks, his face was mere centimetres away from yours, you could see his pupils blown wide at the thought of the things he'd like to do to you.

“Can I have a present first?” you said while batting your eyes at him, your voice sickly sweet, tempting him to submit.

“What does my dearest wife want?” Sicheng said while sitting onto the edge of the comfy bed, opening his legs to let you climb onto his lap.

“I want to be on top,” you said with an evil twinkle in your eyes before reaching a hand out to push him flat onto the bed.

“Just one round,” Sicheng bargained, he really wanted to hear you screaming his name, but that can wait, after all, you did give him your hand in marriage, it's only fair that there's give and take in a relationship.

You jumped in glee hearing his permission, immediately letting your hands wander to his chest, only to unbutton the white top he's wearing, nails playfully scratching at his chest lightly until the last button goes off, revealing his honey skin and perky nipples, hard from your teasing and the exposure of the chilly night breeze from the crack of the balcony door.

You let your hips circle on top of his crotch as you leant down to connect your lips to his, a hand lightly pinching his right nipple before rolling it gently in between your fingers, doing the same to the one on the left.

“Fuck,” Sicheng swears in between your attack on his lips, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss. You decided to pour oil into the fire by grinding your hips onto his crotch harder, feeling the sudden wake of his hardness, eliciting a moan in your throat when you think of how well he’s going to fill you up.

You got up from his lap to pull off your dress, revealing you in a matching set of red lingerie, your ego inflating when you see the awe in Sicheng’s eyes.

“Strip, baby,” you ordered Sicheng.

Obedient to your words, he immediately got up to pull off his pants along with his underwear, his cock slapping against his abs once it was free from its confinements, hissing at the feeling of the cold air.

“Good boy,” you said as you sat yourself back into his lap, the lace of your panties digging into the sensitive skin of his cock, a perfect combination of pain and pleasure, but he coos at the feeling of your warm wetness, relieving a tiny bit of his desperation.

“What do you want baby? Do you want my mouth? Or my pussy? I'll let you choose,” you offered, but as your husband, Sicheng knows there will always be a catch, “but with a price of course, prove to me you’re my good boy and I'll give you what you desire,” you bargained.

“Anything for me to be inside you, please,” Sicheng added the last part, knowing you love hearing him beg.

“I want to ride your pretty face, boy, and don’t disappoint,” you said before getting off of him and taking off your panties, manoeuvring yourself on top of his face.

You were going to glance down to check if Sicheng was okay, but when he saw your perfectly slicked pussy, he was hungry for a taste, lowering your hips hastily onto his mouth, getting a surprised moan out of you at the feeling of his wet tongue invading your warm cavern.

“Yes, just like that baby, you're doing so well,” you said as you grind onto his mouth lightly, tossing your head back when you felt him adding two of his fingers into the mix, expertly locating your sweet spot after a few tries.

“Baby, yes, right there, don't stop,” you said breathlessly, which encouraged him to thrust his fingers harder and setting the pace faster, chasing your release of sweet juices.

Since he was making you feel so good, you decided to reward him. You leant down to take his cock into your mouth, letting the head of his dick hit the back of your throat as your hand slid down to fondle one of his balls, which made him moan into your pussy, fuck, you aren't going to last long if he keeps it up.

You realese his cock from your mouth after nearly a minute, a hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing quick circles over the sensitive nub, assisting Sicheng in pushing you over the edge.

When his tongue replaced your fingers, he sucked on your clit expertly, successfully giving you an earth shattering orgasm, his name tumbling from your lips like a mantra, your toes curling and a whine escaping your lips at the oversensitivity, your juices gushing out in a steady flow into Sicheng’s awaiting mouth.

You slid off Sicheng’s face once you rode out your orgasm, gulping down breathes of air to ready yourself for what you have planned next.

After regaining a bit of your strength, you positioned yourself above Sicheng, a hand combing through his messed up locks with a sinister smile on your face, knowing well that you’re going to strip him boneless tonight.

Your hand travelled southwards to his cock, gripping it rather harshly in your fist at the tip of his head, making Sicheng’s head fall back onto the pillow from the overstimulation, a breathy gasp of your name leaving his swollen lips.

“I'm not finished with you yet, baby,” you reminded him tauntingly, before you lifted yourself up to down onto his cock, filling yourself up deliciously, thankful for the slight stretch he had given you beforehand.

“Fuck!” Sicheng cursed when he finally felt your warm walls engulfing his length, you felt so tight around him, and the little clenches that you're giving him was making him lightheaded, pleasure clouding his head.

You smirked at his reaction, pleased to see that it won't take too much to wreck him tonight.

You set a slow pace, letting yourself feel every ridge and vein that decorates his cock, after a few pumps, you decided to up your game, quickening your pace, bouncing on his cock as quick as your legs allowed, the whole room was filled with the sound of your butt clapping down onto his thighs, saying a silent apology to the room next to your bed’s. You could feel the tip hitting against your sweet spot, if it weren't for the fact that you constantly reminded yourself that you rarely get to top, you would've came already, but you want to seize this opportunity to see how far can Sicheng submit to you.

You let your hands wander to his erected nipples, pinching them which got a cry out of him, distracting him from enjoying the view of your tits bouncing right in his eyesight perfectly, he reached up to release your bra, letting your boobs fall out and bounce wildly. Just as he wanted to reach out to hold onto one of your boobs, you slapped his hand away.

“You'll get to touch when you prove to me you’re my good boy,” you said before leaving him hanging completely, letting his dick slide out of you in a rather comical pop after feeling a slight twitch inside you, a sign that he was about to cum soon.

Sicheng whined at the sudden loss of pleasure, “Please, I've been nothing but your good boy, please let me cum,” Sicheng begged.

“Be patient, baby, all good things come to those who wait,” you said while caressing his face gently.

You crawled to Sicheng's spread legs, a hand wrapping around his cock, setting an average pace, occasionally stopping to swipe at his bulging red tip that's craving for release. You bent your neck down to take one of his balls into your mouth, licking and sucking gently, the warmth of your mouth made Sicheng's legs twitch, a constricted moan of your name followed by.

You hummed around his ball in approval before switching to the other one, the most sensitive parts of his body, he didn't want to disobey you, but he could feel his release creeping up on him.

Just when he decided to fuck everything and receive whatever punishment you were going to give him, you suddenly clasped your thumb and your index finger around the head of his cock, restricting him from his sweet release.

“Fuck! Please, please let me cum, I'll do anything for you afterwards, please,” Sicheng begged, you looked up to observe his face, glee when you saw tears streaming down his face, his hands fisting the sheets.

“Aw, baby, was that too much? I just want to give you the best orgasm ever. What's your colour?” you asked, making sure he's alright.

“Green,” Sicheng replied immediately, his voice hoarse.

“Can I continue? You can cum inside me,” you said while brushing his bangs away from his eyes, you want to engrain the look he has on now, so fragile, so docile, just for you.

“Yes, please, just want to cum, inside you,” Sicheng said, no longer able to form a complete sentence as you have reduced him to your personal sex doll.

“Okay,” you said before reaching for his cock to slide into your entrance, once more filling you up deliciously.

You rocked your hips against his, positioning his head to your sweet spot before bouncing on his dick relentlessly, sliding a hand down your clit to stimulate yourself, chasing your highs together, knowing that Sicheng wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

With a rough thrust of his hips, a deep piston that hit your g spot, you and Sicheng were pushed over the edge, a mix of a whine and a groan sounded in Sicheng's throat while you screamed his name, cumming onto his cock, the action made your walls clench around Sicheng, milking him for all he has, large spurts of warm cum painting your walls white.

When your orgasm subsided, you crashed onto Sicheng's chest, feeling the fatigue settling into your limbs. When you were about to manoeuvre yourself off of him, Sicheng held you closer.

“Don't move, let's stay like this,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Okay, goodnight Sicheng.”

“Goodnight, love.”

Needless to say, you are very much looking forward to the next few days of your honeymoon.

[mrsmaybankhere]

Zorro

i don’t have an explication for this...i just...idk enjoyed very much while writing it!!

hope you like it and lmk your opinions on it!! i love youu xx

**NOT MY GIF, CREDITS TO THE OWNER**

Words: over 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use protection guys!!), oral sex (male receiving), roleplay sex (i think??), dirty talking, mentions of alcohol and weed.

sorry for any mistakes❤️

Keggers at the Boneyard are the best thing ever and tourons adore them just as much as you do. But when you are a Pogue and when you and your friends always organise them, at some point things become boring and odd. Going to the same party three times a week is already a routine for you and you hate this. You all love spontaneity so to spice things up a little bit you, Sarah and Kie came with an amazing idea: themed parties. The boys were all for it, so once a week you would have a themed party and because all of you love Halloween just as much as Christmas a costumes party is more than welcomed for the first one.

And instantly you though that you and JJ would have the best matching costumes like the ones you always see at celebrities on Halloween. The low budget type, but still matching. But your dearest boyfriend had another idea and decided that everyone should keep the secret until the night of the party and it was a exciting one, but you also hated it because you didn't know what to expect from him.

So because Addams Family is one of your favourite, you chose Morticia. You wanted to shock JJ and everyone else and when you watched yourself in the full mirror, you knew that your appearance would shock everyone because you looked so different from yourself. And that's exactly what you wanted in the first place.

You tanned skin is now covered by a white foundation, making you pale just like you need. You straightened up your black long hair and you used a red lipstick from Sarah's makeup collection. Some really dark contour helped you to emphasize your features a lot more than you were used to, but that was the point to a costumes party: going out of your confort zone and trying crazy things. You also borrowed a black long lace dress from Rose, you and Sarah hoping that she won't notice and you looked exactly from the story.

The three of you laughed your asses off while getting ready at Sarah's place and even Rafe seemed impressed by your costumes ideas; he's dressed up as Joker, despite Sarah trying to convince him to change it because she was dressed up as Harley Quinn and the role was indeed perfect for her. And Kiara looked stunning and in her own element dressed as Wonder Woman. They looked wonderful and you kept reminding them that, while they did the same with you and insisted that JJ would be amazed by your presence.

And indeed he was.

Just as much as you were by seeing him with a black cape and a black mask around his eyes, only letting you see his beautiful icy blue eyes. "Fuck" you muttered under your breath and you bit so hard on your tongue that you tasted blood in your suddenly very dry mouth.

"Close your mouth, baby. Don't open it yet." JJ whispers in your ear and his warm breath in your ear send shivers down your spine and your whole body. And he knows it.

You and JJ couldn't keep your eyes off each other for the rest of the party and he would sent your whole body in fire only by touching your waist or looking into your eyes with that stupid sexy mask on. He looks absolutely ravishing and you never wanted to suck him off as bad as you want it now.

So after some good weed and a lot of booze, all of you are shitfaced and dacing like crazy with your toes in the sand, not giving a damn about anything around you while the sun is almost up on the sky. You find support on your boyfriend, leaning against him while he was talking -more like screaming- with John B and Pope. John B had a Michael Myers mask on and Pope was dressed up as a crazy surgeon from a horror movie he saw with JJ and that's why they are laughing so bad right now. And because they are high too.

"JJ..." You speak while laughing too and you don't even know why, but that's not catching your boyfriend's attention, so you think about something else and you try again. "Zorro, baby!"

JJ thought that he didn't hear you right, but when you repeated the same thing he could feel himself getting a painful boner and he's too high and horny to try to hide it. He spins you around, pressing your back against his toned chest and your ass right against the hard bulge that's already forming into his pants. You gasp so hard for air that JJ had to place his ringed long fingers over your mouth, something you like it so much that is just turning you on even more and you are already soaked between your thighs.

"Let's go-..."

"Where?" In your drunken state you have to concentrate a little more to find any place that's close to the party and safe enough for a quickie. A little more than just a quickie.

"The Van." You quickly say as you press his lips against his, not kissing him as he wanted to just talking with your eyes locked with his. "I will be waiting for you, Zorro."

Your seductive whisper caught JJ off guard and his glare is not leaving your body while you are slowly walking to the Van, not looking back at him or at anyone else around, knowing that if you would do that you would lost all your confidence that you just gained with a little help from weed and alcohol. You open the doors and you quickly get lost at the thoughts off JJ and that mask, him fucking the shit outta you while wearing that is driving you wild.

"You said you needed me, Miss?" You are pretty sure that he never read the book, but he loves movies so his reply was quite accurate to the character, so much that it made you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hungry sloppy kiss. With one hand he closes the Van door and the other one is already tangled in your long hair he loved so much.

"You look so fuckin' hot dressed up like this." He groans into your mouth, not breaking up the kiss as he's hungrily sucking and bitting on your neck and collar bone.

You take his cape off and he helps you with his shirt, you taking advantage of that to place some open mouth kisses and bites on his abs. You look up at him as you unbutton his pants, already drooling at the though of tasting him and having him all over in your mouth. You press some kisses on his V line, already palming him and you do nothing but smile at his sweet raspy groans.

"I love that mask. Don't take it off." You're voice is sternly and JJ found himself liking it, but he's never gonna admit it in your pretty face.

"Only if you call me Zorro when you cum." His smirk when you place a soft kiss on the head of his cock, licking the little bit of precum and a pulsing vein is quickly replaced by a frown and a raspy moan that makes you moan as well. His fingers are on your hair again, pulling on it to make you take him into your mouth and you don't even think twice when you moan at the taste of his warm big cock.

"You like it, huh? So take it all if you like it that much." JJ's dirty talking and the mask around his eyes are the best combination ever and you gulp down your moans as your hand is moving up and down his length, your eyes on his face as you are struggling to take all of his girth into your mouth.

His hands guides you further and he loves how your eyes are not leaving him, the innocent expression on your face and the smudged red lipstick on your mouth pleasure him more than you even know. His thrusts are deep now, your throat constricting as he forces the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex. His moans are now louder as you keep sucking on his length, not really giving you the chance to breathe properly as your head bobbed up and down while watching him. You always though it was disgusting, but he totally loves to see your smudged lipstick, some spit or cum on your chin and tears running down on your cheeks along with your mascara. You are always gorgeous to him, including in moments like these.

He rough pushes his hips into you again, his hands pulling harder on your hair, so hard that you can already feel a little bit of pain in your scalp. But the worst pain was the needing, the aching for him and his touches and you think of that while you can barely breath with his cock down your sore throat. He reaches his orgasm with a loud moan and you smile right before you're cheeks are full of his warmly cum. You watch him in awe, being proud of yourself with your lips red, swollen and full of saliva, even dripping down on your chin but you didn't care.

"You're such a good girl, [Y/N]...You're my best girl, my only one." With his thumb he wipes off the corner of your mouth and he pushes you on the bench and your lips found each other again into a deep hungry kiss. And that's exactly how you are: hungry and thirsty for each other.

You don't even know when and how he takes your dress off and tonight you didn't even wore a bra because it was already hot enough in that dress and that made JJ smirk as his tongue is slowly circling around your hard nipple. The action makes you moan like crazy, but it's too soft for what you need now.

"J-..."

"How did you called me, [Y/N]?" He raises a eyebrow towards you, his other hand pushing down your lace bikini. He adores how much attention you pay to little things like this.

"Zorro, please." You quickly talk as you realized your mistake. "Please, I need you. I want you, Zorro."

You thought that after so many moments like these he would get bored of hearing you begging for him, but it's impossible. Seeing you with your makeup all smudged on your face, spit and his cum on your chin and big eyes, imploring him to fuck you bad it's the best thing he ever had in front of his eyes. In fact, you are that best thing he ever had.

"I love you, Zorro. Please."

"I love you too, Morticia." His seems amused and you would laugh too, but you are too horny and needy right now to be able to think about anything else beside him inside of you. He is the only thing and the only person in your mind.

He spreads your legs open even more and his thumb is slowly circling around you sensitive clit, only to tease you even more before finally give you what you both want so fucking bad.

"Fuck, please! I can't wait any-..." Your moans and screams are so loud that you are sure that anyone that's close to the Van can hear it , but you don't care about this right now.

You don't even have the time to finish your sentence because of him slipping inside of you, his fingernails sunking into your breasts and hips as yours are already digging into his back. You both leave marks on each other and you both enjoy having them all over your skin, JJ loving the idea that everyone can see that you are his and only his. Especially stupid tourons who thinks they stand a single chance with you.

"You are so tight, princess. Only for me. Right?" His lower voice is sending you insane and you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

"Fuck yes! Only for you Zorro!" You scream in pleasure, arching your back to press your bodies together and meet his lips for another rough deep kiss. Right from the start his thrusts are deep and hard, with each one sending you right to the edge.

He loves so much to tease you more than this, but at this point its hard for him too and he thrusted his hips against yours, you moving towards him in your desperation for him. You large open your legs, allowing him to have more space above you as his mouth found yours again, forming together a full of passion mess. You both are out of air as you moan louder and louder, closer to your high to each deep thrust inside of you. You kiss his collar bone, his chest and his neck tasting his salty skin on your lips and biting hard on some spots on his tense neck.

"God, I'm close! I'm close, baby..." You scream again, making JJ grin beyond satisfied to see you like this. A total mess in the palms of his hands.

"I know, baby. Me too. I feel you." JJ moves faster and deeper inside of you, his mouth not leaving yours not even a second, you both swallowing each other's sweet moans. "Cum, baby. Cum all around me."

That was the sign you waited for. You are screaming in pleasure and biting on his chest, JJ moaning as you reached your highest point in the same time.

"I love you! I love you so bad!" You scream while finishing, riding your high and seeing stars above your head. That's how good it was.

"Who? Who do you love?" He asks, his breath all over the place as he looks amazed at you.

"You, JJ. Only you, baby."

That's what he wanted to hear.

That's what he needed to hear. Not Zorro, not anything else. Just his name. And as a response, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and on your lips.

"I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

In the next second he collapsed next to you on the tight bench in the back of the Van and you touch his cheek and the mask with your fingers, looking at him with a soft smile on your lips. He is prompting himself up on his elbow, running a hand through his blond damp hair while looking at you with an amused grin.

"Now can I take this shit off? It's so fucking hot in here, Morticia."

[pixie88]

The Gala

Chapter 2 - Our Little Secret.

A/N: Queen B fanfiction. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Find previous chapters HERE under Queen B - Our Little Secret.

Word count: 2165

WARNINGS:  ⚠️ Some adult language and NSFW

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: Ian x MC - Lyla.

Enjoy!

I can feel my face getting hot with anger. "Lyla, don't worry I have the perfect outfit! I brought it for myself, but it didn't suit me" She pulls out a red dress with a plunging neckline. "Zo, this is gorgeous are you sure?" she smiles "Of course, Lyla" "Thank you, Zoey! What would I do without you?" "Not dress half as well as you do?" she laughs.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I roll over reaching for my phone to turn off my alarm and I realize it's the day of the Gala.  I jump out of bed and into the shower.

Later me and Zoey are getting ready for the Gala, I decide on an updo, I'm just finishing up my make up when Gizmo jumps on /my lap. "Hey buddy, I wish I could take you tonight but I don't think dogs are allowed sorry" Zoey walks into my room.

"Ready?" "Yes!" I put Gizmo on the floor. "See you later boy!" I follow Zoey out to the limo as soon as we get in she opens the champagne and pours us both a glass. "To my girl winning the person to watch award!" we clink glasses.

We pull up outside the Gala to flashing cameras, we step out blinded "Come on, Lyla strike a pose!" I let them take a few photos before heading inside.

I spot Penelope and Taylor talking "Hey Lyla, Are you ready to dethrone Poppy?" Taylor asks I smile at her "Born ready!" "I can't wait to see the look on her face!" Penelope says.

I laugh the music starts Taylor wonders over to Benedict, they make their way to the dance floor "Aren't they cute" Penelope says "Yeah adorable!" "Penelope, would you like to dance?" Michael asks as he appears in front of us. She drags him to the dance floor, then I feel a presence behind me and I turn to find Ian inches away from me.

He smiles "Lyla, may I have this dance?" "Professor, I would love to but what would people say?" "To be honest, I don't care!" Wow, he's truly broken the barrier he put up between us. "Well in that case, I would love to" He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.

I can see Poppy eyeing us up, but I don't care she has no proof. He places a hand on my lower back and his other hand takes mine, and we start to sway. He smiles at me "Lyla, you look stunning tonight!" I smile "Thank you, Ian. Well, we are paying compliments to each other I guess now is the perfect time to tell you that you look hot in that suit! It makes me want to rip off your clothes right here." His eyes darken.

"Lyla, you shouldn't say stuff like that!" I laugh, "Why? It's so much fun!" his lips brush my ear "As fun as me telling you that I want to take you back to my office and have a replay of yesterday?" I swallow hard (Ok, it's definitely not fun to tease!) "Well, I'd like nothing more Professor!" I wink.

The music changes to something more upbeat. Ian spins me, takes both my hands and moves us to the beat. "Wow, I didn't know you had moves like this, Ian!" he laughs a laugh, I've never heard before, "Neither did I," He spins me again but back into him, he holds me tightly against him and I feel his chest on my back.

I feel his breath on my neck close to my ear "Lyla, I know your going to win tonight and there is something I need to tell you" "What is it?" "Lyla, I....." the music stops and Dean Steinhelm comes over the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you can please take your seats we will announce the  winner of the Person to watch award!" I turn in his arms.

"Ian, what were you going to say?" he gives me a weak smile "Another time, Lyla. We better go back to our seats" "Ok, thanks for the dance Ian" he nods.

We make our way back to our seat before the dean speaks again. "There are so many talented young people here tonight. Each shine in their own light! It gives me great pleasure to announce the person to watch award goes to...............Ms. Lyla Hughes!" "Oh my god, Lyla Well done!" Zoey tells me.

I stand and make my way to the front while everyone is clapping. Dean Steinhelm welcomes me onto the stage, once I get to her, she smiles and congratulates me before handing the award and gestures me to make a speech.

I'm so nervous I kinda fumble my speech, but I thank who I need to. I make my way off the stage when I catch his eyes from across the room, he smiles and winks then makes his way towards the exit. The music starts up again everyone makes their way back onto the dance floor.

I look around the room no one is looking in my direction, I head for the door I saw Ian leave through. I walk through and see Ian waiting for me, he smiles "Congratulations, Lyla!" "Thanks, Ian!" I walk towards him and he cups my face.

"Are you going to congratulate me in another way?" His eyes widen and he swallows hard. "Yes, but not here," he takes my hand, and we make our way to the car park where Ian's car is parked.

20 Minutes later we pull up outside an apartment building, we get out, "Ian, where are we?" He smiles "My place" "Oh, you've never brought me here before," he takes my hand again. "I know, but I wanted to take you somewhere we wouldn't be interrupted" he leads me into the building, and we take the elevator.

It opens on the 3rd floor, we walk down the hall and get to a door when he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. We step inside the apartment it is very Ian! I follow him into the living room, he grabs a bottle and 2 glasses from his mini bar in the corner, and we both take a seat on the couch.

He opens the bottle, pours us both a glass and hands me one. "Cheers, to you Lyla. The person to watch!" I smile at him and his eyes sparkle in the light. "Thank you again, Ian. Also, what was it you were going to tell me another time earlier?" he's gone shy.

His tongue parts my lips and swirls with mine "Hmmm Ian!" his hand cups my breast he squeezes lightly. Mine reach for the buttons on his suit jacket and begin to undo them. His hand move towards my back, I can feel him searching then he finds his goal and pulls down the zipper on my dress.

"Ian, what's wrong?" he smiles "Nothing, quite the opposite" he takes a sip of his wine before turning back to me, he takes a deep breath "Lyla, I love you" (OH MY GOD! Did he just...wow) "Ian, I....I love you too!" his face lights up before I know it his hand is tangled in my hair and his lips are on mine.

His lips never leave mine as I feel him pull the straps down off my shoulder. "Lyla, I've wanted to get you by yourself all evening!" he whispers against my lips. I smile "Why is that, Ian?" in one swift movement he picks me up into a bridal carry and starts walking towards what I guess is the bedroom.

He kicks open the door, I can't help giggle "Ian!!" he puts me down, and we stand next to the bed. He pulls down the rest of my dress, it falls to the floor I'm standing there in just my underwear he pulls me to him and I unbutton his shirt as his lips begin to caress my neck and I let my head fall back giving him more access.

His hands begin to explore my body starting with my breast, he pinches my hardened nipple I moan. I finally pull off his shirt, I run my hands over arms, his chest and down to his abs, my hand brushes against his hard member in his trousers.

I feel him nip my ear"Lyla, get on the bed"  I do as I'm told, he takes off my killer heels then walks over to a draw opens it and pulls out a tie. "What are you planning on doing with that, Professor?" he walks over to the bed with a mischievous grin he climbs on to it, he hovers over me and his hand wraps around me helping me further up the bed.

He takes both my wrists and places the above my head, then begins to restrain me with his tie and ties me to the bed frame. "Is this how you want me? At your mercy?" his eyes light up and his lips met mine, he pulls away a little trapping my lip between his teeth before letting go. He whispers against my ear "Yes, I want to tease you until you can't take anymore. Just like you have been doing to me since we met!" his words give me flutters.

He kisses my neck again trailing down to my breast, he takes my nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it"Ohhh...wow!" he moves again nipping my tummy as he heads south, he trails kisses to the inside of my thigh.

He pulls my underwear aside, I'm anticipating his next move, but he lets go and continues kissing down my leg "Argh! Ian that is teasing!" I hear a small laugh,"I know, Lyla!" he moves back up my leg I expect him to move pass my centre to meet my lips, but suddenly I feel him moving my underwear again and I feel his tongue laps my centre "God, yes just like that! Fuck Ian!"  his tongue slips inside me.

He stops "What? No, don't stop!"  I look down, he grins at me then his hands pull down my underwear, and he tosses them to the side. He brings my legs up and his head dives between them again, this time he's more urgent which makes me arch off the bed. He hits the right spot I don't think I can hold on any longer.

"Ian...YES!" I fall over the edge he comes up and places himself between my legs. I try to touch him, but I'm still tied up, he looks down at me with a smirk "Sorry, that isn't coming off just yet!"  I huff when he starts to grind against me (I need friction, I need him inside me) "Ian..I need you" he's still smirking.

His lips meet mine, he kisses me passionately as he grinds against me harder. I can feel him through his trouser, I want him now and I know he wants me to. It isn't long before he pulls off his trousers and boxers.

He brushes against my centre then his length enters me slowly to start with then his pace becomes urgent "God, Lyla!" "Ohhh harder, Ian!" his thrusts speed up, he grabs the headboard which makes him go deeper and I wrap my legs round him. I buck my hips up to match his rhythm, but our moans are muffled by our kiss.

His thrust becomes so rough the bed moves and hits the wall, Ian pulls away and smirks "Good job my neighbors are away!" "So, we can be as loud as we like huh?"  he smiles then while he's still thrusting into me, he unties me and flips me.

He pulls me onto my knees, spreads my legs a little, then enters me from behind as his hand makes it's way to the front of me, and he circles my button. With each thrust he goes deeper "Ian, I'm goi.....Ohhhh YES!!" I'm spent and Ian isn't far behind "Fuck...LYLA!" we collapse onto the bed next to each other.

He rolls onto his side and strokes my face "I love you, Lyla" I smile, "I love you too, Ian Kingsley!" he pulls me on top of him and kisses me. I can feel him stiffen against me, I start to grind against it, he pulls away "Round 2?" I smile before leaning in to kiss him again.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzzt!

The sun beams through the window I feel Ian's arm wrapped around me. Then I hear it again.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!

I nudge Ian "Ian, I think someone is at the door," he stirs and looks at the time it 10.06am. He gets off the bed and puts on his boxers. "Lyla, stay here," he leaves the room and I hear the front door open. I know that voice what is she doing here! I hear Ian asking her the same question "Lexi, why are you doing here?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 3.

[copperbadge]

Sam Sam, I just read your post-camping catalogue and if you don't mind, can you please explain how to fit and strap backpacks correctly? Thanks in advance!

I will share my knowings with you! 

Bear in mind: I am not an expert, and aside from some dry runs I have been backpacking once, and that was yesterday. So this is all the result of Internet Learnings and Asking Random People I Met On Trail. But I successfully put them into practice and I knew the theory behind them, so take that for what it’s worth. Putting this behind a readmore because it got looooong.

The way you pack your pack is actually as important as proper fit. There’s remarkably little argument amongst experts about how this should be done; they all mostly agree that, with some allowances for what you’ll need to access, lightweight stuff should go on bottom, heaviest in the middle up against your back, and midweight stuff on top and around the heavyweight stuff. Really what they mean is not weight but density, but we’ll get to that in a second. This is the image I always envision when packing:

(Source)

The lightweight/less dense squishy stuff on bottom gives you some natural shock absorbing, while the dense stuff up against your back pushes DOWN on the pack rather than pulling it OUT away from your body, putting the weight closer to your hips and taking the strain off your shoulders. Stuff that falls in the middle should go around and on top of the heavy stuff to cushion it. 

FWIW, if you carry a normal backpack on both shoulders, like to school, this is ALSO how you should pack it even if you don’t use the hip belt (because hip belts are not cool, I know).

So for me, because I have a relatively small (45L) backpack, I pack clothes, towel, and first-aid kit in layers on the bottom. My tent, which is densely-packed material plus poles and stakes, goes on next. If I carried a camp stove, it would go on top of the tent, but I don’t have one of those yet. On top of that goes my sleeping bag. Food (which in my case is fairly lightweight, granola bars and frozen homemade burritos) goes on top of the sleeping bag. Water gets lashed to one side, my sleeping pad (because it’s light and this is the only place there’s room) gets strapped to the outside bottom of the pack, and the ukulele goes in the outer pocket because it’s light and that’s where it will fit. The “top pack”, a detachable sack about the size of a small purse that covers the main drawstring opening of the pack, gets anything I need fast access to: map, money, phone charger, sunscreen and bug-off, a granola bar for the road. I only have one side pocket, but it holds my whistle, compass, knife, and lighter. 

When you buy a backpacking pack, you really should get one fitted to your torso length and body size; there are plenty of online how-tos for that and if you go to some outdoors shops, like REI, they will fit you for a pack and let you know what size you should have, even if you don’t buy one that day. I bought one secondhand for cheap, so I didn’t get to fit it properly, and I actually wear my pack a bit higher than I should because of that (more on this later). But there are four points on a pack that most sites/people agree are the most important: 

1. Shoulder straps. These should be fairly tight to stabilize the bag, but shouldn’t cut into your shoulders or dig into your neck. The straps should also be adjusted so that your hip belt is in the proper place (more on this later). 

2. Sternum belt. The buckled piece that connects the two shoulder straps. Seen here on notorious glamper Bucky Barnes: 

Steve is putting out a hand to say “Bucky, that strap should be a bit lower.” 

The sternum strap should basically run from the top of one armpit to the other. Sternum straps on many packs can slide up and down on little hidden tracks; mine is adjustable but doesn’t go quite down far enough so I wear mine high and tight like Bucky Barnes. If I were to go in for a properly fitted backpack, I would be looking for a longer pack with a lower sternum strap. 

3. Hip belt. Many places say that the hip belt should cross your body at the top of your iliac crest (the points of your hips), which depending on your body shape is probably below your waist. Because, again, my pack is a little short, I wear the hip belt at the waist, but because the ratio is correct (length from sternum buckle to hip belt buckle = length from top of armpit to iliac crest), most of the weight of the pack is still carried by my hips rather than my shoulders. When I am carrying the pack properly my back is straight, and I walk upright without leaning forward (much). Because I wear it high I do get a little bit of tenderness in my shoulders, but it’s in the FRONT, just above the armpits, not in the back, and stems from the straps being pulled tight too high, not from weight on my shoulders. 

4. SHOULDER STRAP TENSIONERS. THESE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU THINK. Most backpacking packs have a buckle at the top of the shoulder strap that connects, via a strap, to the top of the pack.  

(I swear this is a stock photo, I didn’t raid someone’s personal photo stash for it). See the buckle at the top of the backpack strap, which looks like it’s feeding into the darker blue area at the top of the pack? That’s the top tension buckle. It adjusts how close the top of the pack is to the top of your shoulders. Tension preference will vary from person to person, but you probably want at least an inch of strap between the shoulder strap and the top of the pack. The idea is to let the pack lean out just a little, so that its weight is, again, concentrated down towards your hips. If everything else fits well but the pack is still making your shoulders sore, try loosening or tightening your shoulder strap tensioners. I swear to god it solved nearly all my fit issues. 

So here’s a general tip about fitting a backpack that is NOWHERE ONLINE I HAVE EVER SEEN, probably because the source for this tip referred to it as BACKPACKING WHILE FAT. Backpacking sites generally don’t want to admit that fat people go backpacking BUT THEY DO, and they know arcane secrets. 

When I was studying out how to make a backpack fit, and how to make MINE fit, I did talk to several human beings during my trial runs. I was talking about trying to get my pack to fit properly when it wasn’t really designed for me and one of the people I was talking to said, “Oh, like nothing made for camping fits when you’re backpacking while fat. Let me show you how to fix it.” 

The reason I wear my pack high, other than the fact that the size of the pack demands it, is that I learned that the ratio from sternum strap to hip belt is the vital piece of the puzzle. Many backpackers who have significant belly size, particularly women, don’t have a problem getting the strap around their waist, because hip straps are made to be super-adjustable. The problem is that if it goes around their waist, it cuts into flesh above their waist. So a lot of backpackers wear the strap around the thickest part of their body ABOVE the waist, and adjust the position of the sternum strap to compensate. So if you don’t have washboard abs, or if you’re using someone else’s secondhand pack, understand that you can still be fitted to a backpack, as long as you keep that ratio intact. If you need to raise the hip belt, just remember to raise the sternum belt too. 

SO THE WAY YOU FIT A PACK IS:

Put the pack on, with at least 15lbs in it (but preferably fully packed), and buckle the hip belt loosely. Adjust the shoulder straps until the hip belt crosses EITHER the tops of your hips OR the thickest part of your body ABOVE the tops of your hips. 

Buckle the sternum belt. If the hip belt is crossing the tops of your hips, adjust the sternum belt so that the top of it aligns with the tops of your armpits. If your hip belt crosses higher, raise the sternum belt to match (though don’t raise it so high that it puts pressure on your throat or the outer edges of your clavicles). 

Adjust the top tensioners so that the back of the pack is slightly off your shoulders; you may need to just mess with them until it “feels” right. Usually these can be adjusted without taking the pack off, just by lifting the ends of the buckles to loosen or tugging on the straps to tighten. 

STRUT. And/or prepare to flee prosecution for crimes you didn’t commit, you just wanted some goddamn plums.

LASTLY, when your pack is fully packed, make sure you’re putting your loaded pack on properly -- you lift the handle, rest it on your knee, and slide it on, like so. (Do not try to flip it on like Bucky flipping a motorcycle.)